Circo De la Luna
I don't own the originals, I own the Circus versions. It's not hard to understand
It seems fillerish, but this is so important to these characters and the plot! Bare with me! Fun starts next chapter.
The bluenette looked up to see a ruffled-yet-amused strongman walking towards him, "I thought you had the night shift yesterday." The bluenette gave a small shrug as the winged teenager sat next to him. It was a chilly night, but neither of the two friends minded the icy air or the abstract silence of the forest. Pit had long discarded the toga of his outfit and was in his casual black singlet and blue shorts; Marth, on the other-hand, was still wearing his clown outfit. Marth never took his makeup off. The brunette had always wondered what makeup he used- it never seemed to run or smudge. "So, what are you doing up so late Marth?"
"Just collecting my thoughts together, Pit. Roy's talking to Mrs. Mario again so I have a little time to myself," the clown responded politely as he looked at the flickering campfire, "I could ask you the same question though. How are you?"
"Irritated. Sheik's gone off with the ringmaster and Link on some late-night expedition to town. I was going to go weight lifting, to vent, but I can't find the key to the storage van." The strongman received a sympathetic glance.
"Oh, sorry. I don't know where the ringmaster hid them tonight. Why don't you just lift trees and such? I know one-thousand eight hundred tons is child's play for you, but at least it's better than being upset."
"No need to apologise Marth... and I can't. Don't you remember?" He snickered. "Back in Hyrule, two years ago, when I accidentally broke the engine with that tree trunk?" Marth clicked his fingers as it hit him.
"Oh yeah! It took Roy and the ringmaster hours to put that back together," Marth winced as he remembered the carnage from the caravan. Things were very, very ugly... "Master gave you such a flogging..."
"Eh, Shiny knew what he was doing; and who cares? Pain is temporary," white-clad boy grumbled as he rubbed his neck. He was currently bleeding; numerous cuts and bruises were visible all over his body.
"Ah! Pit... let me fix you. When did you get hurt? Don't let it get infected!"
"Marth, don't worry dude..." Before he knew it, Pit was sitting down with Marth digging through a medical kit next to him. "Marth! It's okay! Sheik didn't do anything yet!" Already Marth was rubbing antiseptic on the back of his neck.
"It's not good to do... that thing with everyone," if Pit could see his face, he would have seen a light blush cover over. He snickered.
"What? Have sex? No, we didn't do anything and that's why I'm irritated." He winced as Marth jolted a little and slapped a new bandage on him. "Sheik can fuck like a rabbit in the heat but she's too much into foreplay. She didn't even get up to the kinky stuff that hurt."
"Ah... Pit?"
"I'm serious. S&M, B&D and D&S: she loves it all. I let her put me in chains and cut my neck for an hour and what does she do? Just as she took off my underwear and I'm ready; Shiny barges and she ditches me. I haven't had sex for twenty four hours!"
"A-ah. O-okay?" Marth awkwardly shut the medical kit and slipped it behind the log he sat on, "I'm done."
"Sorry Marth. I had to vent."
"No, it's okay. I should be used to it."
"Have you seen Samus? Maybe she'll be up for a round tonight." Pit knew Marth accepted the casual relationship between the acrobat and him, even though it was still a very awkward topic. The clown sighed.
"It's been a long day. Samus was crying earlier." The brunette looked surprised at this news. Samus Aran crying? The amazing happy-go-lucky acrobat? That was like saying Ringmaster Ike didn't constantly have a stick up his arse.
"Really?"
"Someone enquired about Samus' past... and then called her 'easy.' " Pit winced. He remembered when he called the curvaceous blonde 'easy.' He had narrowly avoided castration that day. "Samus told her everything and then she burst out in tears. I didn't want her to share a room with Zelda tonight so she's sleeping in my bed. She only just went down."
"Wow..." Pit went quiet. He knew Samus was uncomfortable with herself- he often heard her sobbing when she had thought he'd gone to sleep after a hard night of sex- and it pained him to hear her still haunted by the torturous years in the containment center. Awkward silence descended; the only sounds between the two friends were the soft growls from Link's cage and the crackle of the fire. "And Zelda?"
"The Ice Jester said they want to give her a basic medical checkup."
"So Samus is comfortable now?"
"...yeah."
"That's good," the faux angel smiled, "but I always thought you were into chastity, Marth. Taking crying women was always my thing." He winked.
"A-ah! Pit! Not in that way! I-I- just put her on my bed!" flustered Marth.
"And things happen usually after when I put her on my bed," smirked the toga-wearer as he affectionately thought of his six-years-older fuck buddy. "Are you absolutely sure...?"
"I didn't do anything!" Despite the failing fire, the hands over bluenette's face and the clown's thick, white makeup, Pit could definitely see a furious blush on the older teen. "Can we please drop it Pit?" The winged man snickered. Way too easy to tease.
"Chill out, I was just yanking your chain," the brunette kicked back and raised his feet on a stray log. Marth said nothing as he waited for his embarrassment to die down. "So who was the ignorant bastard who called Sam easy?"
"Zelda. Please don't use such crude words Pit." The strongman shrugged again. Swearing was second nature to him.
"Sorry Marth, I don't like her at all. She treats us like she's better than us," a small scowl found its way onto Pit's face, "I mean... Mrs. Mario never asked to be tortured; Link never asked to be chopped up; the Ice Jester never asked to be stoned. I never wanted my wings... or at least... I don't think so…" Despite knowing Pit Icarus for over a year, this was new information to Marth. Pit wasn't born with his wings? Better yet, he didn't know if he was born with or without wings? The clown had always assumed that he was a third-generation anthropomorph with a strong repressive human gene.
"Pit..." The strongman looked at the clown, "Uh... never mind. It's not my place to ask." The strongman chuckled at his senior.
"You want to ask where I got my wings, don't you buddy?" he gave a reassuring smile, "Don't worry about it; I don't mind you asking. There's only one problem."
"Eh?" Pit stretched his wings. He fidgeted apologetically.
"The... only thing is... I... can't remember. Anything before I met Roy. I only know my age and last name because it was on a tag. Pit isn't even my real given name- Roy gave it to me after I fell into a ditch." Marth's eyes widened as the angelic-looking boy sighed, "So I'm sorry I can't answer your question Marth. I don't know when I got my wings. I just know I didn't have them before." He shifted again into a more comfortable position.
"Oh... that must be horrible. I'm so sorry, Pit! I shouldn't of asked; it wasn't my place to ask. I didn't kno-" Pit waved him off.
"Dude, it's fine," the strongman laughed, "it doesn't matter what I did or who was in my past. I don't care..." The white-faced bluenette solemnly stared up and stared at the other blue-eyed boy, as if he was challenging what he was saying. It is said that the eyes are windows to the soul: so what could be said if you couldn't see anything? As Marth was trying to read Pit -with his uncanny ability to examine people- Pit couldn't help but notice something. There is nothing there to see. Marth's orbs were like a mirror, his own sadness staring back at himself. The angel coughed. "I have to focus on the here and now. The past doesn't matter."
The figure thought it would have never felt that energy again. The life force that was extinguished. One that reminded the figure of happiness and yet... the most sadness one could ever feel."Master... something troubles me."
"What's wrong, Luka?" The taller figure shifted as it stopped in its tracks. The short, round master skidded to a halt; deeply concerned about its apprentice. Rarely did they stop during their whole tracking mission to catch up with the strong human signatures; to stop for non-living requirements meant something was serious.
"There are many auras around here... we're getting close. There are just two essences that trouble me..."
"Auras troubling you? That's a first, my student. Tell me about them." The apprentice walked up next to the master. "Are we getting close? Dangerous obstacles ahead? Are there unanticipated forces?" With golden, almost frightened eyes, the Luka stared at the master, as if it couldn't believe what it saw.
"...One is the aura of... the legendary Commander Mars. Wasn't he executed master? For betrayal? That's what Commander Neptune always told us." The short master shook his head, frowning as hard as he could.
"The Planet Commanders are filled with secrets, my apprentice. Each of them are more terrible then the next, but the decisions are respected amongst all anthropomorphs. Commander Mars is alive but no one can know. I doubt he's together amongst more humans after the genocide but he may be. Be on your guard Luka. We will stick to the plan and keep moving. Agreed?" A nod, "What is the other aura?"
"... No one important." Luka shifted uncomfortably, "...Let's go."
Thank you very much to my beta readers. Foxpilot and PitFTW! This story would make even less sense without you two! Thank you! Now for some action... and blood... and death. :D
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